Discovery ((outlaws))

[Allan A'Dale]

Allan sighed and rubbed the back of his head. Tuck was right about the camp. He was making a big gamble, all in the name of leniency. But he <I>had</i> been in this girl's position before, and in front of much less sympathetic people. He'd have been glad to have been just turned over to the authorities, instead of what they did to him.

"She knows it's here, Tuck, but she don't know exactly where, she doesn't know how to get in either. It's not the sort of information that's worth that much. Could you really sling her in the dungeons to rot?"

[Devon Creek]

Devon grinned at Allan and bent down to scoop up her bag.
"Thanks mate." She said, pulling out her scarf again and tying it around her head, careful to cover her hair.
"You think I'd sell information about you lot?" she asked the friar incredulously, but her brows shot together. "Well, actually... only if it's any good. And what good's this? Yeah, they live in a forest, by a hill. Hardly worth a farthing nowadays." She smirked and began to walk away.
"Wait, how long it this probation?"

[Allan A'Dale]

She had some front, this one. When she called back to them, he looked to the others for support. Robin wasn't here, after all; and the more decisions he made by himself, the more responsibility he'd bear if it all went tits-up.

"I think we'd be best off leaving that to our dear leader," he said to the outlaws contemplatively. "He ain't even met her yet. What do you lot think?"

[Devon Creek]

Devon huffed slightly and plopped back down. Apparently they needed to take counsel before she could leave. And this Robin character they were talking about interested her. The name was familiar, there was hardly a person in York that hadn't known about him. And from what she'd heard about him, they could be waiting here forever. He was known for going off without so much as a word. She rolled her eyes and looked at each outlaw in turn. Silence hung over them like a thick blanket. In fact, it was a bit suffocating to Devon. Sighing she stood and spoke to Allan.
"Alright, I'll cut you a deal. I won't come find you guys for two weeks. If I come back, an that's a big if, I probably won't steal from you. In two weeks, I'll have gotten my bearings of Nottingham and won't give you guys any trouble. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to leave. I've heard there's a great tavern called the Trip Inn, and I'm itching for a pint." She turned and half expected someone to hold her back. She waited for a beat, then began to walk.

[Allan A'Dale]

Allan watched her walk away.

"Sounds good;" he called after her. "Maybe later you can buy me a drink."

He was relieved, to be honest, that they'd managed to reach some kind of accord with the girl. What with having to watch out for the Sheriff's men and everyone that threw their lot in with them, an extra, separate threat was particularly undesirable.

[Devon Creek]

Devon grinned slyly at Allan's comment. She didn't even turn when she shouted in response, "Not a chance!" He could buy his own bloody ale. She climbed the hill and stood atop for a moment. Which way to Nottingham? she asked. A wind blew from the East, wafting the scent of roasting meat and the subtle aroma of a crowd. Perfect, she though as she slung her bag over her shoulder and headed to the East. Her stomach gave a small grumble as the scent grew stronger, her mouth watering when she came to the edge of the forest.